Chapter 2868 - 2863: Ignorant Dream Pursuer
Chapter 2868: Chapter 2863: Ignorant Dream Pursuer
Language is a powerless thing, especially to a Superior Being.
Considering Herbert’s extensive experience serving a Superior Being, he should have some sense of this.
Thus, with his status as merely the First Apostle, his eyes not even naturally blood-colored,
even if his loyalty could be borne witness by the sun and moon, where did he get the confidence that after finding Annalise, she would listen to his opinion?
No matter how much of her nature remains, that place is no longer the once lost girl.
The last trace of weakness had long been sealed within Ancient Reminiscence, under his witness.
The reason why Herbert is praised as still smart is because he, while showing unwavering resolution, did not forget to contemplate this issue—
If language cannot guarantee persuasion, why not create a victimization case.
A victim corrupted by "dream" and fallen into madness.
Yes, transforming oneself into a tape recorder, documenting this suffering torment, is not as meaningless as it seems.
As long as he can reach Annalise, and let Her see such a scene.
Then, without language, it should surely stimulate some alertness in that Superior Being.
Such a strategy could even dodge the earlier question—does Herbert know precisely what lies behind the "lie"?
Is it the King of Nightmare, or the Original Moon?
He doesn’t need to know— I do not understand what swordsmanship it is, but I can tear open my wounds and lay them in front of you.
Knowing that it’s impossible for you to entirely trust me, I only hope to slightly heighten your vigilance.
This is the goal of this Dream Pursuer.
How unfortunate, the ignorant ones struggling in the dream, seemed to never accomplish that task until the last moment.
Even though they’ve tried every means, burning themselves to the extreme.
Not only did their will completely collapse, but their body also became distorted.
This wasn’t entirely bad news at first, after all, the more miserable the situation, the more likely it could spark vigilance in the Blood Moon.
Unfortunately, the ever-accumulating advantage ultimately never reached the moment of exchange.
Even more tragic is that the one who appeared in front of him, making him ecstatic, was not the Progenitor of the Blood Clan.
The latter no longer exists in this world, this sentiment was never received.
"Time indeed is running out."
Empathy can of course empathize, but Fu Qian did not dwell for a second longer in reminiscing.
After reaching the last consensus with Patch, the next moment he didn’t need urging, he continued immediately.
Snap—
"Then let’s begin."
And with a light snap of the fingers, he had once again opened his fingertip.
—and the Brilliant Tyrant.
—and the Decree Residue.
That day, the four halos Abandonment King re-emerged in the world.
Even in unseen corners, a drop of the Tyrant’s blood stained the Burial Scroll.
...
My perception is not ineffective, do not underestimate the Pontiff’s grace...
The effective duration of the Burial Scroll is not long, fortunately, the remaining time for the Divine Dream Remnants is also limited.
Not only is it Patch’s reminder of ten minutes, but at this moment, he also has to endure the pressure of four halos.
Earlier mention was made of a longstanding study on the coupling between laws, so since entering here, to avoid deforming the laws inside, Fu Qian has actually been cautious all along.
This is why after opening his fingertip to instantly kill that pile of Transcendent limbs, he immediately closed it again.
And now times have changed, the pitiful amount of information carried by Herbert has been fully extracted.
Next is a moment of full-power output to see if he can help him fulfill his wishes.
Yes, the greatest significance of opening the four halos is that as a Dream Polluter, a pseudo Progenitor of the Blood Clan, I violently knead elements like pseudo-law, law, and dream together.
It sounds a lot like the mentioned burning the piano to cook the crane, even specially opening the Burial Scroll to not miss the scent of boiling crane.
But to Fu Qian, he still does not intend to take such a simple and brutal strategy as the only goal—
Herbert ultimately couldn’t meet Annalise, whether it was the Original Moon or the King of Nightmare, he encountered incredible obstruction.
Then through the ultimate confrontation of true and false laws, with the coupling torn and distorted Divine Dream, is there a possibility of some slight loophole appearing?
Is it possible for this millennia-long persistence to pierce through certain obstacles and point to something special?
Honestly, when realizing this was Herbert, Fu Qian already had a similar idea, planning to use this to curtain the Divine Dream.
And now with Lord Patch’s sharing, with suspicions of the King of Nightmare and the Original Moon, this operation undoubtedly has more theoretical backing.
Even from Patch’s perspective, whether or not He says He would do it anyway, but in truth, the meaning is also different.
Because when He analyzes and judges some things, there will be this additional factor of His own motive.
In summary, perhaps this is the meaning of cooperation.
And whether the First Apostle has that luck, let us wait and see.
"What’s going on—"
As expected, the first scream of the new era of law still came from the duo inside the womb.
...
Brilliant rays entwining, blazing light scorches the firmament.
This is truly supported by a genuine Pseudo-Law Core, with a four halos accumulation.
Not to mention inside, there was even a Decree Residue specifically blinding.
The two club mainstays, who always loved making a big deal, it’s truly normal for them to make a fuss over a bit.
"I seem to see something!"
Even from Kikuchi’s movement, his sight seems to have recovered.
"I see it too, what is that... an angel?"
Even Old Master Lu Ming, finally showed signs of losing his Cultivation Heart, murmuring an unbelievable title.
"Hehe... your actions are a bit large, need to hide them a bit more?"
Following this, Patch spoke, also gesturing behind him, explaining the source of their fright.
It was seen that at the previous shipwreck spot, there too appeared a brilliant light, vaguely forming the shape of a curled up body.
And behind the body, was a pair of extremely extended light wings, precisely Brother Sanxun who was buried earlier.
It was apparent he was still under some constraint, making him not very spirited.
But this level is sufficient, whether for Sha Ming or Yibu, they could surely discover swiftly.
"No need."
The reason for this happening, naturally, is the coupling of true and false laws.
The rules of the Dream Universe are undergoing changes, in simpler terms, physical constants are chaotically jumping.
The two old masters clearly didn’t want to see, but they saw nonetheless, proving this point.
Unfortunately, the two standing here are clearly indifferent to this.
Facing Patch’s suggestion, Fu Qian only shook his head slightly, indicating that worldly fate should not be forced.
The next moment he turned, looking at the once empty starry sky—now it’s not.
A moon.
In Fu Qian’s perception, it instantaneously became like a scene from memory, a giant moon filled the barren sky.
The only problem, that moon was not blood-red, but a deep blue.
The eerie blue on Herbert.